Love Triangle Six Books of Torn Desire - Willow Winters Page 0,90

a connecting room off the corner of the ballroom.

Ten minutes later, I stand before her in a silver mermaid gown made from heavy silk. The fitted V-neckline gives me some sexy cleavage. The bodice bares my shoulder blades in a trendy racer-back style with a huge cutout just above my ass crack. The form-fitting mermaid skirt ruffles out in the back, cascading curls of silk into a gorgeous train.

I feel like I just inherited the keys to a magical kingdom. This life can’t be real.

“You’re breathtaking.” Bree flattens a hand over her chest.

“He picked this out?” I slide my feet into sparkling silver stilettos.

“Yes, Danni. He arranged all of this.”

“When?”

“A month ago.”

The hot air balloon ride was a month ago. The first time I told him I loved him. The man doesn’t waste any time.

“I didn’t call Mom and Dad.” She circles around me, tucking and straightening the drape of my skirt. “I thought you’d want to tell them yourself.” She bounces up and down, squealing. “You’re getting married!”

I stare down at the ring on my finger. I’m getting married.

Cole’s face flashes through my mind, and my heart gives a heavy thump. That achy feeling will never go away, because I will always love him, always miss how happy I was with him, even if I found someone I love just as much.

Don’t leave me, Trace.

“Ready?” Bree grips my shoulders.

At my nod, she laces her fingers through mine and leads me to the door.

I cross the ballroom, winding around tables and food and lively chatter. I squeeze Virginia’s hand as I pass and wave at Nikolai across the room. But when I spot the gorgeous man in the black tux, everything around me fades to black.

He stands alone at the center of a dance floor, hands behind him, shoulders back. His lips might be curved down, but his eyes glow with happiness.

The skirt of my dress swishes over the floor and settles around my feet as I pause a foot away. “Are we going to dance?”

He nods to a man behind a portable DJ booth, and a heartbeat later, an electronic disco beat thumps through the room.

I burst out laughing, instantly recognizing the song. “I expected some slow romantic number, anything but Get Lucky by Daft Punk.” I shake my head, smiling. “You’re full of surprises, Trace Savoy.”

“I intend to spend the next seventy years keeping you on your toes.” He extends a hand. “Cha Cha?”

I toss my head playfully and sink into a hip roll. Then I strut past his waiting hand.

He grabs my wrist, spins me back in a handshake position, and just like that, we’re dancing.

Cha Cha is a fast tempo dance, with sharp, staccato steps on the balls of the feet. Most of the hip action comes from the legs, flowing the entire body with the music.

I follow his lead, keeping my torso upright and my gaze on his.

His footwork is remarkably on point, fitting five steps into a measure and never missing a beat.

Watching him move ignites a low flame in my core. The sparkle in his eyes burns me hotter. My God, he’s sexy as hell.

“You’re good.” I step forward, twisting side to side and back.

“I know.” He swivels me around, pulls me back in, and holds my hands between us.

I laugh. “I can smell your arrogance from here.”

He yanks me into a closed position, chest to chest, our hips rolling together.

“My favorite scent is your skin.” Lifting my arm, he trails his nose across my wrist.

I love being pressed against his body. I want him soldered to me from lips to feet. “My favorite place is your arms.”

His eyes flare as he rocks forward. I rock back on the diagonal.

“My favorite song is your laughter.” He twirls me across the dance floor, his steps as steady as his eye contact.

I slide up against his chest and aggressively grip the back of his neck. “My favorite emotion is your scowl.”

Chuckling, he struggles to hold onto that scowl.

For the rest of the song, we Cha Cha our hearts out. My cheeks ache from smiling, and my ribs feel too small to contain all the joy. Swinging, bouncing, bending backward, and blowing him a kiss, I follow him across every square inch of the dance floor.

I’ll follow him anywhere.

Chapter Twenty-Four

PRESENT

They say when someone appears in your dreams, it’s because they miss you.

Well, they don’t know shit.

The dream I just woke from starred a man who can’t miss me. It isn’t physically possible. Not anymore.

I don’t remember